Romans & histoires Poem On Flowers

Dinala niya ang bulaklak sa kanyang ilong at hindi niya maiwasang singhutin ang amoy nito, it's smell refreshing. "Lily of valley," mahinang sabi niya. Iyon ang pangalan ng bulaklak. Alam niya dahil hindi man halata pero mahilig siya sa mga bulaklak kaya't may kaunting knowledge siya sa mga ito. Binalik niya ang vase sa side table at napahawak siya sa kanyang noo ng mapagtanto niya kung ano ang kahulugan ng bulaklak. Lily of the valley is the best apology flower if you don't know how to apologize to someone you hurt. This delicate white flower represents rebirth, which can be the result of a broken relationship if your apology is received well. Alam na niya ngayon kung saan ito galing, kinuh

Hindi ko alam kung ilang beses na ang buntong hininga na pinakawalan ko habang nakatingin sa bouquet na hawak ko, this are my favorite flower—tulips. I’m always happy when I see one, but not tonight.

"Shut up, will you?" He chuckled and snaked his arms around my waist. "How's your day, babe?" I smelled the flowers he gave me from Petalier. It's a combination of fresh hydranges, peonies, and pink roses. I'm not really into roses because I prefer sunflowers more, but roses are fine, as long as it's from him. "It was fine. May huling klase pa 'ko mamayang alas kuwatro." He noded. "Okay. I'll just wait here."

Siguro naka-move on na siya, samantalang ako, patuloy na nabubuhay sa nakaraan at binabalik-balikan ang masasayang alaala namin. I could compare myself into a flower called spring crocus. Nabasa ko noon that spring crocus is the saddest flower kaya tinatawag din itong penitent's rose. It represents our heart or soul, the eternal part of our being, which blooms when someone we love forgives us. Am I able to bloom into a beautiful flower again? "Muning." Napatingin ako sa pintuan ng kwarto ko kung saan nakasilip si kuya Mike.

"You said you missed the smell of flowers. I figured, we can't open a flower shop without flowers, right?" Tinulungan kami ni Mark na ipasok ang mga balde-baldeng rosas, tulips, at sunflowers. Biglang nabuhay ang paligid. Ang amoy ng alikabok ay napalitan ng halimuyak ng kalikasan. Habang iniaayos ko ang mga bulaklak sa plorera, naramdaman ko ang kuryente sa katawan ko—ang excitement na matagal nang nawala.

Mama used to say, "Flowers are like hearts—they bloom when cared for." She would laugh, twirl a sunflower in her hand, and say, “This one’s for you, my sunshine.” And I would take it like it was treasure. Maybe that’s why it’s the only memory I can hold on to without it slipping through my fingers. Maybe I was too young to keep more. I thought I had forever. But forever ended on the day everything broke.

I was being creepy again. "Naku, Sir Hans mukhang malala na 'yan." I looked at Mr. Ladesma who looked back at me through the mirror. I remained silent on my seat. I could still feel her presence even if she was gone now. Her sweet scent filled the air that reminded me of a wild rose and lotus flower. She was like a wild rose full of prickles in order to defend herself. Nobody was able to touch her or they would bleed. Yet, she was also a lotus flower that came back as beautiful as it was last seen. She was pure.